Pieces of Me
Their essence drifts around and through me like ashes from a distant firestorm...remnants of what once was.
They rush through me.
Pieces of all those that once were.
Searing with pain...building strength as each fiber is strengthened with the passing of time.
Each piece creating and building the humanity in my soul.
Reminding me of what is and what was..
And the ashes return to the earth...
An uxpected gift to renew what once was and what might be..
They are all pieces of me.